Fighting Temptation

I - Victorious

"5 fire shots, and 3 tequila shots please! And 3 bottles of vodka and 10 beers sent to the private party over there." Akshara called out to the bartender who had his back turned to her.

"Helllooo?! Are you listening? We just ordered some drinks!" She tried again, louder this time.

She went on her toes and leaned over the counter to tap the bartender on the back. "Yo! Who the fuck hired you?! You got patrons to attend to, asshole!" She was pissed now.

As soon as those words were out of her mouth, he turned around. The bartender was a large dude. A quarterback or something from the looks of it. He turned around leaving Akshara speechless. For a moment there, he made her forget exactly what it is was she needed.

That is when her friend, Trisha took over.

Because Akshara was a blubbering mess, eyes focused on the man in front of her. A tall, large man with an impeccable body. He looked like he trained. Spent hours at the gym. He was muscular and handsome. Not to mention, exceptionally hot.

Trisha repeated the order to Abhimanyu whose unwavering gaze was focused on Akshara. Unmoving.

Did he feel it too? What she felt? The connection?

"It'll be on your table shortly." Abhimanyu Birla's piercing gazed stayed focused on the petite girl in front of him wearing a black strapless crop top and a matching black skirt. Her hair was curled and she looked ridiculously gorgeous.

Akshara lowered her lashes as she nodded her head and said "Thanks," before following her friend back to their private table.

~*~

Akshara fidgeted with her fingers as Abhimanyu himself dropped the shots off at the table.

"5 fire shots." He laid out the shot glasses, poured the alcohol of choice before lighting it on fire.

Akshara stared right at Abhimanyu as she and her group of friends took a shot glass each and downed it. She wiped her mouth, feeling a blush creep her on her skin as she maintained eye contact with Abhimanyu.

She swore she saw his eyes flare. Was he as turned on for her as she was for him?

"Shots!" Akshara yelled, feeling a little bit bratty.

Abhimanyu smirked as he topped their shot glasses again and Akshara and her friends downed them. Again.

Oh yeah, this little Firecracker was definitely his.

~*~

Abhimanyu watched from afar as his Firecracker was drowning herself in alcohol. He heard a series of cheers coming up from the table as his Firecracker stood on the table in lieu of making an announcement.

Too bad he couldn't hear a word of what she as saying over the loud blaring music.

"Don't do it. You know you're not supposed to. You know what's tomorrow." Neil, his man Friday warned him.

"Chill man. I'll be fine."

"You know Coach prohibits it." He warned.

"And I said I will be fine. Tomorrow will be a piece of cake." Abhimanyu's words were curt, putting an end to their conversation.

~*~

"Okay! My turn!" Akshara was hammered by now. She had taken about 7 shots of tequila, drank 5 mixed cocktails and even bottoms upped a beer. To say she would be waking up in the morning with a pounding headache puking her guts out with the mix and match of alcoholic beverages was an understatement.